#ooo or maybe this is post-fc5

[general-kalani]

{ Continued from here with @unforgivendivine }

Why was Yeshua always right? To give insight that he didn't know he required? The fact this man was so comforting in his words, his gaze... His hand blast it.

He couldn't help but lean into that hand. His eyes were unfocused with a quiet hum.

He supposed what brought on this moment of weakness was the fact that he had this anxiety hit sometimes. A remnant of his old life.

Something he couldn't kill off completely and it made him detest himself.

"Then I doubt I'll ever really know what love would be." Though he looked to the tattoo of his wife on his arm. Gently running his hand over it...

But was that even love? Or was it God's punishment for him to seek something that would never exist for a man like him?

A deep sigh of his own. The answer would elude him as he looked into Yeshua's eyes. Searching for something before dropping his gaze once more, hands swapping to hold onto the Wrath carved into the skin on his left arm.

"Or is it that I'll never be free of such confines that will never let me see or hear such love, if it even exists?"